last weekend my treehouse apartment looked and felt rather overwhelming. i took ten bags of "giveaway" stuff to the salvation army, which alone helped me with the flooding affects of stuff. i still have about three weeks to go here but, i think the countdown can begin. the only things i have left to pack are clothing, dishes, and the art supplies i'll need for upcoming shows.
last night after work i went to bed at 6:30 p.m. and slept until my alarm went off this morning at 7:00 a.m. i did wake at around 4 a.m. and ate some tuna, did a crossword puzzle and then slept again. with me, this nervous energy had to be slept off. today is going to be a little different. i am going to paint and begin the process of packing dishes. i dread the glass, and thankfully have little of it to worry about. most of my dish ware is of the melmine or melmac sort. the plastic colorful kind you might have had when you were a kid.
i have got to be at home this morning, the maintenance men are coming back to finish off patching the drywall in my ceiling. i was hoping they'd wait until i moved out but i cannot be completely selfish about this process. i've been so fortunate up until now, with provision after provision, there is little or no complaint. i'm working hard to prevent negativity from entering into my thoughts, it is so tempting but alas, celebration is in order, the brand new southside flats await.
coffee is brewing, going to get myself another cup. have a nice weekend, i'll be back with new art works by the end of the weekend.